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located in Treasure Planet Universe, a part of Regulus, one of the many universes on RPG.

Treasure Planet Universe



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Character Portrait: Zaelyandren Filaendrae Character Portrait: Nym Paleth Character Portrait: Wesley Aloysius Character Portrait: Farris Thea-Joren
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Based on the stories being told, surviving big storms was some sort of sailor’s right of passage. Nym hadn’t been through enough of them that the thrashing of the ship didn’t make her feel violently ill, so she had quickly been provided a bucket to empty the contents of her stomach. She was grateful for it, anyway: Wes was quick to remind her that she’d be cleaning up any mess she made, and having it all contained to a bucket instead of across the floor did make things simpler.

All the same, Nym liked to hear the stories of the more seasoned sailors. She could tell by the look on Wes’ face that he’d heard all the stories before, but in her short time aboard the Regulus she hadn’t had much time to sit and listen to stories. Wesley kept her plenty busy, and when it wasn’t him telling her what to do, it was someone else aboard the ship. She still wasn’t sure how many of the things she’d been told to do were actually her responsibilities, and how many of them were just things the more seasoned sailors didn’t want to do. She didn’t mind it much, the exhaustion that only comes from hard work had her sleeping better than she had in ages.

It wasn’t unusual to have passengers aboard ships like this. Typically folks who had to get somewhere sooner than the next passenger ship was sailing out, needed to go somewhere the bigger luxury ships didn’t usually dock, or just flat out couldn’t afford a trip on a nicer ship. Of course, there were plenty of people, like Farris, that just preferred the adventure over the luxury of a passenger ship. It was pleasant enough, though: there was food, you got to hear the most interesting stories, and during a storm you got to bunker down with the crew. Farris was absently leafing through a book as he listened to the commotion of the sailors in the mess, trying to create the illusion that he wasn’t intently putting the stories to memory.

Sari’s story was just getting good when Nym began to gag again. Nym groaned as Wes kicked her foot, reminding her that she’d be cleaning up if she missed the bucket. The sickness was the worst part about being on the boat. Her first few days were spent much like this, but she actually had duties to perform between emptying the contents of her stomach. “How much longer is this going to last?” Nym asked- whined, really. She knew no one had any way to guess the length of the storm, she was just tired of being sick.

Then, when Zae interrupted Sari’s story, Nym sighed. She’d wanted to hear the end. Wes had assured her she’d have another chance to hear every one of Sari’s stories the last time this had happened. She told the same ones over and over.

Nym fought the urge to lean into Wes: times like these made her miss the comforting hand her mother would rest on her back when she was sick. There was nothing like intense nausea to make a girl miss her mother.